When the days have passed
and the night has come
let the world come awake
in the days of tomorrow
days of tomorrow
which had sweet beginnings
upon those misty days of yesterday
now the days
are catastrophic
of times that are trying
and my thoughts are amidst
the sorrowful lane of time
i sit and watch
those fields of mine
where the flowers
are blooming
the flowers of sorrows
that i pluck and gather
upon these days of mine.
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